מילים לשיר History To The Defeated – Weakerthans

There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic
stands up in his derelict daydreams. Always too tall, always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of itself. Planning a future of failures inflicted in phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds. Don't give me that look, I looked harder than most did, let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes. Soft
Where do I go for a pardon? There's a light left on. There's a pace to our direction. There's a movie
We're listing what's left: a signed Slayer t
a car up on blocks in his mother's back yard.